Madness! It is all madness!
But I've seen the truth in the madness. The ring aligned her with our family blood. She is really a Handhour! A warlock. An undead, warlock. If my mother had any sense right now, she would cut connections from this thing as soon as possible.
Oh, but no. Of course not. I have to have the aging, dying mother that wishes to hold the cold, dead hands of a "daughter" and cry out dying wishes to her. I will not have it!
I'll have to find a way to busy this "Annaliese", if she absolutely must be here. Perhaps the Forsaken will lose interest then.
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